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Mothership of the fireflies (Installation, Photograph to follow)
Judith Nangala Crispin

Mothership of the fireflies (Installation, Photograph to follow)

$5,200.00
In the garden of Namadji, a tree holds nine small birds in its arms, as they grieve for their friend beneath the earth
Judith Nangala Crispin

In the garden of Namadji, a tree holds nine small birds in its arms, as they grieve for their friend beneath the earth

54 x 60 cm
$1,600.00
The Tree of Joyfulness erupts from the marrow of the First Rat. And its humming branches call the spirit rodents, those lost or returning to the source, and offers them shelter.
Judith Nangala Crispin

The Tree of Joyfulness erupts from the marrow of the First Rat. And its humming branches call the spirit rodents, those lost or returning to the source, and offers them shelter.

77 x 70 cm
Ingrid, enormous in spirit form, visits the mountain one last time, before the night-breeze takes her
Judith Nangala Crispin

Ingrid, enormous in spirit form, visits the mountain one last time, before the night-breeze takes her

42 x 70 cm
$1,700.00
Three ceremony ladies, Molly, Rosie & Lily, return as ball lightning, in a thunderhead over Mt Hardy, on the rain dreaming songline, in Warlpiri Country
Judith Nangala Crispin

Three ceremony ladies, Molly, Rosie & Lily, return as ball lightning, in a thunderhead over Mt Hardy, on the rain dreaming songline, in Warlpiri Country

70 x 100 cm
$2,400.00
Off the South coast, where Christmas tourist traffic threads the Kings Highway, and stops for no reason, not for bird or fallen roo—the ocean gathers up Brendan, at the edge of water, remakes his shattered hind leg and broken tail, his heart...
Judith Nangala Crispin

Off the South coast, where Christmas tourist traffic threads the Kings Highway, and stops for no reason, not for bird or fallen roo—the ocean gathers up Brendan, at the edge of water, remakes his shattered hind leg and broken tail, his heart...

120 x 91 cm
$3,200.00
At summer's end, night choirs of insects serenade the fire-blackened trees (after Rubens) Artist Print 1/2
Judith Nangala Crispin

At summer's end, night choirs of insects serenade the fire-blackened trees (after Rubens) Artist Print 1/2

120 x 95 cm
$2,700.00
Alfred, dragonfly king, harbinger of the sun, passes like a flame, singing, and the dead insect armies follow his hymns, up and out into the cold indifferent air
Judith Nangala Crispin

Alfred, dragonfly king, harbinger of the sun, passes like a flame, singing, and the dead insect armies follow his hymns, up and out into the cold indifferent air

49 x 70 cm
$1,700.00
How often did we thrum our wings against your night windows? rasping our warning—that the rivers are dust, the orchards barren, that the insect tribes are leaving, that the earth is readying herself to let you go, as she has with so many before you.
Judith Nangala Crispin

How often did we thrum our wings against your night windows? rasping our warning—that the rivers are dust, the orchards barren, that the insect tribes are leaving, that the earth is readying herself to let you go, as she has with so many before you.

27 x 100 cm
$2,400.00
The insects are leaving us
Judith Nangala Crispin

The insects are leaving us

100 x 61 cm
$2,400.00
Now, while it's still dark, insect choirs offer their canticles to the dawn, and the new sun rises
Judith Nangala Crispin

Now, while it's still dark, insect choirs offer their canticles to the dawn, and the new sun rises

100 x 70 cm
$2,400.00
Don't wait until it is required of you to become the Sun
Judith Nangala Crispin

Don't wait until it is required of you to become the Sun

80 x 120 cm
$2,700.00
All the winged things, appearing and disappearing through interdimensional doors—the miracle was always closer than we believed (after Malmström)
Judith Nangala Crispin

All the winged things, appearing and disappearing through interdimensional doors—the miracle was always closer than we believed (after Malmström)

67 x 100 cm
$2,400.00
I dreamed of spiders—a great hierarchy of limbs and fangs, stretching from the earth into the sky, and thousands of tiny insects climbed them, skittering over those huge arachnid forms, up and up, until they too were lost in blinding light
Judith Nangala Crispin

I dreamed of spiders—a great hierarchy of limbs and fangs, stretching from the earth into the sky, and thousands of tiny insects climbed them, skittering over those huge arachnid forms, up and up, until they too were lost in blinding light

150 x 59 cm
$3,200.00
Anima Mundi—the collective insect soul leaves the earth in search of new planets
Judith Nangala Crispin

Anima Mundi—the collective insect soul leaves the earth in search of new planets

69 x 150 cm
$3,200.00
Surrender
Lauren Starr

Surrender

Fine Art Photograph, with mixed media and 23k gold leaf Archival Printing and Framing.
85 x 100 cm
$4,200.00
Estelle
Judith Nangala Crispin

Estelle

150 x 100 cm
$6,500.00
It Doesn't Sound Right
Fernanda Pedroso

It Doesn't Sound Right

Archival Ink Photograph, Canson Platine Fibre Rag (Framed, Artglass, Black Vic Ash) Edition 1/6
100 x 150 cm
$5,900.00